My two Valentines

“Say it,” Matt commands.

I shake my head from side to side.

“Say it,” he barks again.

I wring my fingers and shake my head even more.

“Becca,” his tone his ice cold.

I give up my futile attempt and admit what he wants to hear.

“Yes, I want you,” I hate that my voice quakes so I take a deep breath and with composure I tell him “But. I. Wont. Act. On. It.” Each word precise. No room to mistake their intent. With that said I turn and walk away.

He overtakes me after two steps.

“Becca.”

Now his voice is like warm honey drizzling over my senses. I feel the sweetness of it melting away my resolve not to give in to him. I pull up straight. Spine rigid. Shoulders square. I look up and up until I see his deep brown eyes. “Matt,” I am proud that my voice is detached.

“Let me have you,” he purrs.

“No.” I side-step him and hurry down the hall to my apartment.

“Phhewwww.” I exhale the breath I hadn’t realize I was holding. My encounters with Matt were getting more and more intense. I don’t know how long I will be able to hold him at bay.

He’s scrumptious. Tall – 6”4’ of sinuous muscles from head to toe, dark – tousled brown curls that I want to touch to see if they are as satiny as they look, ruggedly handsome – square jaw, slanted nose, lips - oh my god can’t think about those - broad shoulders, powerful back, a waist that can actually be called one, long legs that look good in anything. And a voice that fills me with ice cold shivers or searing hot need.

It’s not normal. He’s Matt. Which means off limits!

I can’t help myself my fingers pluck at my cherry hard nipples through the soft material of my sweater and bra. I imagine his fingers there. Circling. Pinching. Teasing. My breath grows heavy. My eyes close. And my fingers continue to arouse me.

In my mind I feel his mouth closing over my right nipple. My fingers add pressure there. I feel his tongue flicking over it. My fingernails scrap the sensitive tip. My hips roll. My head falls back against the closed door. “Mmmmmmmmm,” a deep moan escapes from my throat.

Entrapped in my desire for him, I let my hands travel down my softly rounded stomach and reach low to grab my crotch. I squeeze it in my palm. My trousers are moist. I inhale deeply. The musky smell of my arousal is strong and pushes me onwards in my fantasy.

With dexterity that I don’t feel my fingers unbuckles my belt and unzips my pants. They find my swollen clit. I bite on my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming out his name. I spread my legs apart and let my finger slip inside. “Mmmmm ahhhhhh,” I moan. I picture him there, head between my open legs, licking, slurping, and drinking in all the cream that oozes out. Another finger slides in the wetness.

My hips buck against the door as I finger myself. Quickly in. Curving upwards. Reaching for that spot. “Mmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhh,” I cry out when they hit it. Two is not enough. In enters a third. My teeth torture my bottom lip. Is this what it would feel like to have his tongue there, the thought drives me wild and my fingers grow wings. They fly in and out of my wet core. My inner walls constricts against my knuckles. My asshole squeezes a phantom cock. Hard and fast the muscles squeeze and squeeze. This time I can’t stop it. “Yes, Matt, yes, mmmmmmmmmmm,” I scream has my come oozes out and down my thighs.

I am floating somewhere in post erotic bliss. Eyes closed. Skin humming. A familiar voice grounds me back to my body when its muffled sound reaches my ears through the door. “I heard that.”

My eyes fly open. My cheeks become red hot. How could have been so careless. Of course he’d been standing there the whole time. Mortified I re-arrange my clothes and walk in my living room.

The next morning when I open my door to leave for work a beautiful fiery red orchid is taped to it with a little tag that says Soon .

Matt.

My heart summersaults in my chest. I smile and take the delicate flower inside. I love that he didn’t go for the obvious rose.

OFF LIMITS! My mind screams at me. My heart sinks back down. “Not fair,” it whines.

The moment I open the complex door the cold February wind nips at my nose and cheeks turning them bright red. I make my way to work at a brisk pace. My face, fingers and toes are tremendously happy when I step in the heat of ‘Silken Event’s’ main lobby.

“Good morning Miss Silk,” our receptionist greets me.

“Hi S-Sandy,” my lips chatter.

“Mr. Gerard would like to see you,” she says with a look of apprehension in her eyes.

“Let him know that I’ll be with him as soon as possible.”

She wrings her hands. I arch my eyebrow and ask “What?”

“He said for you to go to his office as soon you walked in,” she pushes every word out slowly.

“Don’t shoot the messenger, don’t shoot the messenger,” I tell myself.

“Thank you, Sandy. Any other messages?”

“No, Miss Silk.”

I can tell she is still uncomfortable. “Hold my calls for a few hours, it appears I have a meeting,” I say and wink.

“Will do, Miss Silk,” her tone takes on its usual vivacity.

Still seething by the audacity of that man, I stomp away from the reception area and make my way to large corner office. I bang the door open and snarl at him “How dare you do that to Sandy, you prick bastard.”

“Good morning love,” he ignores my outburst.

I slam the door shut with the heel of my boot. Arms akimbo. Feet planted in the plush carpeting. My eyes lock on his. “I. Am. Not. Your. Love.” I say through clenched teeth.

“Of course you are darling,” he says with confidence and throws me a wicked grin.

“Damn it Jess, when will you get it through your thick skull? We are not together anymore.”

Jess Gerard, my ex-fiancé, looks me up and down with his penetrating green eyes. “You look…delicious.”

My eyes roll skywards. I have no doubt that he can read the skepticism in them. They probably shine off a huge AS IF? Me. 5”3’, short wavy locks of molasses for hair, eyes the color of green freckled mud, and more curves and contours than my small frame can take.

Well why not me? Between Jess and his best friends Matt Warner, my cheeks warm at the thought of him, maybe I really am a delicious treat. Shit, I hope he didn’t decipher that. I tear my gaze away from him. This was so not the time to get off track. Jess knows which of my buttons to push to soften me up and use me like putty.

I draw in a deep breath and in an icy tone I tell him “Get real Jess. And don’t ever drag any other of the employees into this. Am I making myself clear?” I pause to make sure he gets the message. “Now get the hell out of my office.” I watch his tall frame squeeze through the door and can’t help but smirk. At least he had the decency to realize that I wouldn’t follow orders. With him out of the way I start my day.

I am disappointed when I don’t see Matt out in the hallway waiting for me. I sigh and dig out my key. Just as I turn the knob to open my door I feel him, near, watching me. Out of the corner of my eyes I check the corridor to the right. Empty. To the left. Bingo. I see him there in the shadows. A smile plays on my lips as I enter my apartment. I close the door and lean my head against it.

For one so tall and muscular his footfalls are barely audible. I feel a charge through the door when he stops in front of it. I hold my breath, unsure of what he’ll do next. Then I hear the sound of zipper being pulled down. My heart races. Every pore in my body wants me to turn my head and watch him through the peep hole. I resist the temptation and just listen.

At first I pick up the dripping kitchen faucet, the whirling furnace pushing in heat, the tick-tock of my grand-father clock. I push all these sounds aside and really concentrate on the man outside my door.

I close my eyes to enhance my hearing capacity. I hear him breath in and out in ragged pulls. I hear the sound of skin moving over skin. I hear grunts and more heavy breathing. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. The rhythm goes. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Faster and faster. “Arrrrrrrrr,” the sound of air being pushed through clenched teeth sends shivers down my spine. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. The breakneck rhythm continues.

I forget how to breathe. The only thing sustaining me is that sound. His hands must be moving incredibly fast over his cock and coming down hard on his thighs for the sound to be so intoxicating. The breathing on the other side of the door is as erratic as the tempo of the slap, slap, slap, and then the sweetest music reaches my ears.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

My panties are soaked, my nipples rock hard and my pulse is hammering. I fan my face with my hands.

“I know you heard that,” he says and walks away.

The next morning another orchid is left on my door. This time it’s deep lavender color draws me in to drink in the exotic scent. I smile and bring it inside. I cut the one word tag Soon and place it in the island drawer with the first one.

All day long I go through the motions at the office. Answering questions. Extinguishing fires. Restoring order here and there. Even with all the tasks to occupy my hands, nothing captures my mind. It circles and circles.

“You busy sweetheart,” Jess’ voice and his use of the endearment is like sandpaper on my skin.

“Yes I am. And stop calling me sweetheart or love or any other bloody things.”

“Becca,” his voice takes on a serious tone “when will you talk to me?”

I ignore the meaning of his words and remain professional, detached. “Jess, is there something I can do for you?”

He looks at me with a strange intensity. It takes all my will power to remain calm and not to fidget under his scrutinizing stare. The effort exasperates me and the word is out of my mouth before I can stop it “What?”

His eyes dance over my body. Caressing the generous swell of my breasts. Devouring my softly rounded belly and curving hips. I feel like my clothes are being burnt away by his gaze and I am left exposed; vulnerable. His eyes smolder. He steps in closer. I put up my hands up to stop him mid-track. “What?” I say again and give myself a mental high five for the sharp clear voice. No quivering here.

Jess drags his hands in his blond curls and exhales loudly before answering “I miss you.”

“Jess, I can’t.” I pull in air deeply into my lungs.

“Soon,” he whispers and leaves.

“Phewwwwww,” I exhale my held-in breath.

My encounters with Jess were getting more and more intense. I knew that I would eventually have to address what happened between us, but now I didn’t have the strength. Plus, I love the ego boost it gives me to be chased by these two drop-dead gorgeous men.

The walk home is brutal with its ice cold wind whipping at my coat and biting any exposed skin. By the time I round the last corner of the third block, I feel my body tremble from lack of heat. I put my head down to avoid the stinging wind. In my haste to reach the door I don’t notice him blocking the way. I slam into him and reel backwards on my heels. His arms reach out and pull me against him.

“Becca, you’re frozen.”

“H-ho-w n-ni-ni-ce o-o-of y-y-ou fo-r no-t-noti-n-otic-ing?” my teeth chatter.

“Let’s get you inside.”

He ushers me into the complex lobby and encircles his arms around me. I am too cold to stop him. I try anyway. Feebly my arm pushes his away.

“Truce,” he whispers in my hair. “You’re as cold as a corpse and I am not into necrophilia.”

My body shivers from the cold and the gruesome image that he burnt in my mind. He pulls me closer to him. I let his warmth radiate through me and lean in to him. We reach my door and he takes my tote bag from me. I hide my growing grin in my scarf as I see him rummage through the bag for my keys. With a triumphant look he pulls them out and unlocks my door.

“Go take a hot bath and get your body temperature back to its sizzling hotness. We can play tomorrow,” he winks and walks away to his own door.

A pang of disappointment pierces through the cold. Too late, he has already gone in and closed his door.

As soon as my eyes flutter open in the morning I jump out of bed and rush to the door. Sure enough another orchid awaits me. I squeal in delight and go add it to my bouquet. My heart jumps and cartwheels in my chest as my eyes and brain process the tag note. It’s not just one word. Two words in beautiful script makes my insides melt. Be Mine. I tuck the note in my bra and I leave for work in a daze.

“Miss Silk, there is someone here to see you,” Sandy says through my open doorway.

“Who?”

“Mr. Valentine.”

I run the name in my mental rolodex and come up blank.

“Show him in.”

Sandy escorts a middle aged man with balding hair and protruding stomach in my office. This was not my image of anyone bearing the name Valentine.

“Miss Silk,” his rich baritone voice more than makes up his lack of appearance and makes me re-think the unmatched name.

“Mr. Valentine,” I rise and shake the offered hand. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m the new owner of club Lush and I want to re-open it on Valentine’s Day. I know that’s one week from today. I’ve asked around Miss Silk, and they say you are the best. I want the best working on this.”

The challenge of the insanely tight deadline might just be what I need to keep my mind out of the gutter. “I will personally take charge of the event,” I say with a radiant smile.

For the next hour we go over the details of the event and come up with a guest list. Two hours later the invitations, the menu and drinks have been selected. More than three hours have passed by the time Mr. Valentine leaves my office.

The building is quiet. I lean back in my chair and go over the details for the Valentine event. I make notes, circle numbers and send off a memo to our head of catering to order canapés and champagne. My eyes water from the strain of working in the dim light. I close the folder, shrug on my jacket and pull on my knee high boots.

The wind is less intense this evening. My cheeks are just rosying up by the time I walk in the complex lobby. I make my way to my apartment. No Matt. My heart plummets.

I stop in my tracks when I see a box leaning on my door. The wrapping is shiny black with a huge red velvety bow. There is no visible tag. I pick-up the rectangular gift and shake it gently. No sound. I unlock my door and push it open. I place the present on the glass table, take off my coats and shuck-off my boots.

The curiosity is overwhelming. I pick-up the box and bring it in my living room. I undo the bow and gently lift the paper. Inch by inch I remove the satiny blackness to reveal more of it…the box is all black. There are no markings on it. I turn it this way, that way; no names, initials, or any giveaways as to what may lie inside. I lift the lid.

“Oh. My. God.”

My fingers trace the delicate red Chinese silk scarves. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Restraints for my wrists and ankles and one to use as blindfold.

Matt?

Jess?

Something in the bottom left corner catches my eye. I pick-up the black velvet pouch, it’s small and looks strangely familiar. My fingers pull open the strings and reach inside to wrap around sleek cold metal. I take out the tube until in the palm of my hand sits a beautiful red lipstick vibe.

“Oh. My. God.”

My pulse races in my chest. My fingers play with the button and soon the little toy is dancing in my hand. My nipples get hard. My pussy moistens. Scarves forgotten I twirl the vibe between my fingers and run it along my throat. The soft pulsing arouses my senses. I continue to move the magical toy lower towards my cleavage. I trace the contours of my full D cup breasts and let the vibe stimulate my nips.

“Mmmmm, ahhhhh, mmmmmm,” I moan out loud as I move the vibration down lower and lower until it dips in my pants and finds the my hard little nub.

My hips rotate. My pelvis thrusts upwards to get more of the pulsing bliss given by this powerful lipstick. I bite my bottom lip, hard. My thumb pressed on the sign and the toy dances on my clit. Shock after erotic shock pulses through me as I circle my clit with the vibrating delight. Unable to stop the orgasm from crashing, I let it consume me.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh, yes, yes, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, yes,” I scream.

Depleted. Satisfied. I turn off my new toy. My limbs feel weak when I stand up.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I drop the vibe like its hot potato and scramble to put my clothes in order. I rush to the door and don’t even bother looking to see who’s there before I pull it open.

Matt looks at me with a knowing smile on his face “I see you enjoyed my present,” his voice drips like honey on my over sensitized skin.

Oblivious to my frayed resolve, huh no, he knows what his voice does to me. He keeps his tone soft, musical almost when he says “I received tremendous pleasure hearing you enjoying my gift. I look forward to using it on you myself, soon,” his eyes burn with the lustful promises his words evoke.

“Matt.”

He cuts me off before I can say anything else. “For tonight, hearing your pleasure, while knowing I indirectly gave it to you, is enough. Well not quite.” He bends his head down low, lower and finds my lips. The contact is brief. Yet, searing hot. By the time I open my eyes again. He’s gone.

The next morning a deep turquoise orchid is left on my door. Strange. No tag. I bring it in and add it to my bouquet.

Before going to work I stop by the bakery to order the mini cream puffs, chocolate éclairs and the strawberry fourés. With that done I head towards the flower shop and place my order for the club Lush reopening. Mr. Valentine has given me carte blanche in my selections, I avoid roses like the plague and go for orchids, fressias, dragon lilys and blood red spider flowers. Once again Sergio praises my choices and assures me that everything will be delivered promptly at 4:00 on February 14.

Sandy is away from her desk when I walk in and I easily make my way to my office without any interruptions. Just to make sure I check the hallways. All clear. I hurry to my desk, pull out the metallic red lipstick tube. I cap it open and plug it in the USB port. The little green charging light appears. I exhale and settle in to go through the planning list.

Engrossed in my lists I don’t notice or hear Jess come in.

“Hey,” his husky voice startles me.

With a hand clutching my racing heart I lift up and head and find him there, a few inches away, his eyes glued to the red lipstick canister plugged in my computer. A smile plays on his lips. Like he knows the pun of the joke that has yet been shared.

“What?”

“Just came to see if you need help with anything. My own project closed down this morning and my new one is not due to begin until next week.”

I knew the Lush reopening could use his media savvy. I rummage through my files and pull out the one I want. “Here, you can take care of this,” I say and hand him over the manila folder.

He quickly peruses the outline and in neat block letters he makes notes and comments. His face is so intense on the file that I feel at liberty to let my eyes explore his physique. His curls are as unruly as ever. His broad forehead creased in thought. His shapely eye brows slightly arch upward as his intense stare is diverted to something in the file. His lips are full and sexy as sin. There is a dimple in the cleft of his chin where my tongue likes to lick. Whoa, stop that thought.

My eyes move down quickly, yet they still take in his slender frame. Everywhere my they rest, my body remembers touching / tasting - the long column of his throat my tongue pushes against my teeth, the slim shoulders my fingers ball in my hands, the long, almost to the pint of gangly, arms, my arms feel empty, the lean torso and waist that dip in a beautifully pronounced V by his hip bones my nostrils flare. Whoa, stop. Stop. Now. With flaming red cheeks I pull my eyes down to the grey speckled carpet. The drab color helps me get my running heart and libido in check.

“Becca?”

I lift my face and watch his eyes search mine.

“What?”

“You looked, never mind, I’ll get on this right away,” he says instead.

“Thanks Jess.”

His eyes look past me and once again lock on the red lipstick.

“A gift?” he asks

Oh. My. God.

So many questions pop inside my head. Each of them abandoned before they could be finished. “How does he..” “Did Matt…” “Had Jess…” “Did they …” “Would they…” through the consuming unraveling thoughts I must have shook my head in affirmative because Jess says “thoughtful, of the sender,” and winks before taking his leave.

As soon as his long trim legs are out the door I whip the lipstick vibe out the USB port and dump it in my tote bag. I spend the rest of the day in a state of disconnect.

When I get home, my corridor is empty. Gift less. The next morning a new orchid. Tag less. The day at work goes by fast. With only days left before the reopening of Club Lush all of my energies are spent making sure this event is a success. By six o’clock I am almost ready to call it a night.

“You leaving Miss Silk,” Sandy asks

“Soon.”

“Okay then. Good night,” she says and walks away.

I watch her leave the lobby and wait for her figure to pass by my office window before reaching in my tote bag. I pull out one the red silk scarf. The delicate material is soft on my skin. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, yet I can’t help myself. I bring the scarf to my face and wrap it around my eyes. Blindly my fingers dig in my tote again and search until they clasp the metallic tube. I pull it out and hit the on button. The vibrations against my palm travel down to my clit. Impatient, I bring the toy there.

“Ohhhhh, that feels incredible.”

I don’t know if it’s the blindfold that increases the sensation or the fact that I am giving myself clitoris stimuli in my office. Or if it’s a combination of both, but something is making this feel way more intense than the first time I used the toy. My finger hits the button again and again until I have it turned on full power. My hard swollen clit throbs in unison with each vibration. “Ohhhh, ahhhh, mmmmm,” I moan and moan.

I am so caught up in my desire to release the flood coursing through me. My ears do not pick up the sound of feet being shuffled on the carpet or of breathes being pulled in and out in quick short gasps. All they hear is the quiet buzz of the vibe is it flies over my clit. “Ohhhhh, yess, yess, ahhhhh, yess, mmmmmmmmmmmm,” I groan as hot cream gushes out my pussy lips and trails down my thighs.

My breathing is heavy and erratic. The vein under my ear lobe jumps with each thumping beat of my heart. My skin feels like it’s on fire. Even if I just came, I don’t feel the happy release. I still feel tense and hungry for more. Frustrated I turn off the toy and let it fall out of my hand.

In the ensuing silence I feel the energy change. The room becomes electrified. My fingers reach for my blindfold. Strong masculine ones stop me.

“That was the best one yet,” Matt purrs.

His lips hover over mine. His fingers trace the soft silk covering my eyes and dip into my hair. I feel them tightening in the short locks as he tilts my head upwards. “You are so beautiful when you come,” he whispers in my mouth before claiming it.

I relish the feel of his lips moving over mine. His tongue explores every nook and crevice, licking tasting my inner cheeks, pallet and tongue. My body is so tuned into his, that it doesn’t feel a second pair of hands working their way up my arms, shoulders, collar bones, down to my cleavage and back up the way they came. No, it feels, it just doesn’t register that the set of hands glued in my hair never moved from there.

Matt slows the kiss and gently releases my locks. He grazes his teeth on my bottom lip before releasing me. “Just beautiful,” he whispers again.

I sigh.

“I have to go.”

My heart plummets at his words.

“Soon, you’ll be mine.”

I listen intently for the next few seconds. The room still feels charged. Like, like someone is still there. My fingers reach behind my head and unknot the scarf. I blink a few times to adjust my eyes and then I scan the room. Nothing. No one. Somehow I find the empty room deceiving. My body knows someone else was here with Matt. It could only have been Jess. At that thought my heart rips in two.

I broke off my engagement with Jess because I couldn’t stop myself from wanting his best friend. No matter how much I loved Jess. No matter how good things were between us. No matter how incredible the sex. I found myself fantasizing about his best friend. Fantasy wasn’t always enough. I would look for a reason to brush up against him when we would all get together. I rescheduled my comings and goings just so I would cross him the complex halls or lobby. My heart would skip a beat whenever he’d notice me. Christ, I nearly called out his name during… I knew this wasn’t just a crush. I was falling for Matt. I couldn’t explain it. I loved Jess. The thought of hurting him. Of betraying him. Made my heart bleed. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t understand my feelings. He deserved someone that would love him completely and no one else. After that night of nearly, I walked away from Jess.

Now here I am six months later thinking that Matt and Jess are in cahoots together trying to seduce me, but to what end?

I spent the next few days in the same pattern. Nocturnal arousal by sound, mine, his. Mornings give me new orchids that are tagless. Until today. Valentine’s day. I open my door and find a huge bouquet of wild orchids and delicate fressias and exotic dragon lilys and perky spider flowers and a lone white tulip. On a blood red tag, written in beautiful script is one word that makes my heart dance. Tonight!

I take care getting dress. I select the perfect little black dress – the slinky one that hugs my generous cleavage, but ruffles out and doesn’t cling to the rest of me. From my jewelry box I select my knotted sterling silver tear drop necklace and matching earrings. I apply a bit of make-up; mascara, liner, bronzer and lip gloss. I know I should wear the 4 inch silver heels, but I also know I’ll be on my feet moving to and fro to ensure the success of this evening event. Wisely, I leave the heels behind and select a flat sandal that crisscrosses on top of my foot and ties behind my ankle. Sexy and comfortable. I drop them in my tote bag and pull on my boots.

Outside the sun is up and bright in sky. The day is cold, but at least there is no wind whipping at my coat or exposed skin. I hail a cab and give the driver the Club Lush address.

The club is bustling with activity. The catering crew is finalizing there set up and the bakery truck just pulled in with the sweet delivery. Sergio is zipping this way and that leaving a trail of amazing flower creations in his path. Mr. Valentine is behind the bar polishing the champagne flutes.

“Miss Silk, you have done a marvelous job getting this ready in such short notice,” he says warmly.

“It was my pleasure Mr. Valentine.”

“Becca,” Jess’s voice makes my head whip around and the blood drains from my face when I see Matt next to him. I glue my smile in place as I see them approaching the bar.

“Mr. Valentine, I would like to introduce Matt Warner, the best DJ in the country and he’s agreed to mix for your club this evening.”

Mr. Valentine is momentarily speechless. He recovers after a few seconds and drops the white rag to offer the DJ legend his hand. Matt takes it and gives it a strong quick shake.

“Miss Silk, you’ve outdone yourself…”

“Mr. Gerard is our media guru,” I say and point my eyes at Jess “give your thanks to him, I’ll circle around to make sure everything is set before the doors open in thirty minutes.”

“Thank you so much Mr. Gerard.” I hear him say as I walk away from the bar.

The table cloths are white on white. Long red tapers sit in the middle of each table. Sergio’s flower arrangements add a punch of color here and there. There is one table, in the nook at the back, near the DJ booth that is different. The table cloths are black on black. A long silver taper sits in the middle and a nearly a dozen white tulips have been left in scattered bundle next to it. I look around to see if I can spot Sergio anywhere. He’s nowhere to be found. I move closer to the table and stop in my tracks when I hear Matt and Jess approaching. I pivot on my heels and change direction.

Once I’ve circled the room and I am sure everything is in order I make my way to Mr. Valentine.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“The honor is yours.”

I let him step out from behind the bar and watch him make is way to entrance glass doors. He pushes them open to let the eager guests to come in out of the cold. And so the night begins. Matt’s music choices are elegant and classy as much as they are fun and flirtatious. Soon couples are twirling on the dance floor. The food is flying out of the kitchen and the champagne is flowing.

“Here, you look like you could use this,” Jess says as he hands me a bottle of water. He knows, like all my employees, there is no drinking on the job.

“Thanks,” I say and cap it open to take deep long pull. I feel his eyes on me the whole time. “What?” I ask after putting the bottle down.

“Have I told you today how beautiful you are?”

Nervous laughter bubbles out of me and through it I am able to say “No.”

“Let me rectify that. Becca, you’re so beautiful.”

My cheeks warm.

“Especially when you blush.”

This of course only makes my cheek flush even more. “Jess, quit it.” I say without any real conviction.

“No, Becca, you really are beautiful,” as he steps closer to me. I am not fast enough to put up my walls in time. His next words leave me breathless “Gorgeous. Perfect. Mine.” Next thing I know his arms are around me. His mouth is on mine. My arms lock around him. My mouth is ravaging his. In this familiar embrace, I feel the all consuming love I have for this man resurface. How did walk away from this?

“Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Matt’s voice pulls me out my blisswithJess bubble.

The timbre of it melts my insides. The naked lust in his eyes makes my heart race in my chest. This is how I walked away from it. These insane pullings and wantings snipping away pieces of my heart, storing them for the day they can be given to him. I don’t trust my voice so I remain silent.

“No worries.” Jess says in a carefree way and then adds “Is it time?”

Matt nods.

Jess’s smile spreads wickedly across his face. He leans in to me, gives me a quick hot kiss, pivots and walks away.

I turn to face Matt. His deep brown eyes are soft and honest. In them shines a deep rooted lust and God help me love. I am sure he can read the confusion and the lust and yes the love in mine as well. A smile plays on his lips. His fingers reach out to trace my jaw from ear lobe to chin. His digit ignites tiny fire bursts of desire. Desire that spreads everywhere.

“Ladies and gentleman, may I have your attention please.” Jess’s clear voice reaches every corner of the room. He waits for the guests to settle and for silence to descend before continuing.

“On this Valentine’s evening I would like to share with you a tale of hearts.

There once was a man, who met,

a beautiful, intelligent, funny woman.

It’s no wonder that the man fell madly in love with the exquisite creature.

To his extreme surprise she loved him too.

They shared each other’s hopes, dreams, and life aspirations.

One day about a year after they met,

in a nervous flutter the man got down on his knees,

pulled out a ring and asked her to marry him.

Astonished.

Proud.

On cloud nine really was how he felt when she said yes.

Alas, he fell from cloud nine when he noticed his love pulling away from him.

She became reserved and introspective.

He felt something troubling her.

New feelings taking root in her core.

He couldn’t be jealous.

He knew he held in his hands a rare jewel.

So no, he couldn’t be jealous that others wanted her.

Petrified of losing her love, yes he was.

But he felt it every day.

In her smile, her touch, her kiss.

He felt her love for him still as strong.

Yet, he could see a new love being form.

Oh. What to do?

He could think of nothing to ease this pain from her heart.

When she walked away he watched in complete dismay.

The light in his head exploded,

showed him how deep his love ran,

how it could conquer everything.

This knowledge opened unconventional possibilities,

he didn’t care about society and politically correct.

He wants her. She wants him. And another.

That’s Ok. She can have that.

So on this Valentine’s night, I am here to say,

to my love, Be mine, Be his, Be ours.

We will love you forever.

Please say yes and put my heart, his heart, your heart,

Out of misery."

Tears stream down my cheeks. This is surreal. I don’t notice him step down from the podium and make his way towards me. I don’t feel my legs anymore. Vision blurry I stumble. He catches me. Here stands one of my heart’s pillars. I turn and find the other standing there supporting me as well. For the first time in long time I feel my heart whole in my chest. In a choked whisper I say “yes.”

Two sets of digits squeeze my hands. We pull apart before any other the guests notice us huddle together. Jess mingles around the room. Matt goes back to the DJ booth. I make my way to ladies rooms to fix my make-up. With a fresh face I re-join the party. Check on the desserts being brought out. Ensure that the last of the champagne is past around. Mr. Valentine motions me from behind the bar. I cross over to him.

“Miss. Silk, thank you so much. This surpasses all of my expectations. I have feeling that after tonight this club will bloom.”

“Mr. Valentine, your club is beautiful, clean and chic. That by itself brings in clients. Tonight, we only showcased the great values you already have in place. I agree with you this place will thrive.” I smile and shake is offered hand.

“Miss. Silk it was a pleasure working with you, and I am sure I’ll be calling you soon.”

“I look forward to it Mr. Valentine.”

Matt announces the last song of the evening. I sultry rendition of Frank’s Sinatra The way you look tonight. I have no doubt that the song is meant for me. His eyes devour my silhouette as I make my way towards the black on black table.

I reach out and trace the contours of each tulip. The soft petals cool on my fingertips. Eleven white tulips are loosely bundled together. I know the twelve one was left in the bouquet outside my door this morning. Tears spring my eyes again. I blink them away. When the last of guest have gone and the catering truck has been loaded and the staff is walking out the door I feel a strange sense of impatience wash over me. I am anxious for what will happen next. It’s one thing for Jess to tell a tale, but in reality can this work? My heart hammers in my chest in anticipation. It’s ready to find out.

“They’re for you,” Matt’s sweet tone rings in my ear.

“I know.” I say and pick up the white tulips.

“We’re taking you home.”

“I know.”

My body grows tenser and tenser. The drive home is too short. The energy in the small confine space of the vehicle presses on my nerves and pulses through my core. The cold night air helps to elevate some the pressure but my body still feels charged. We make our way inside the complex hand in hand. It’s intoxicating to be strolling along on the arms of these men. My men. Wow. It would take some time for that concept to fully sink in.

When we reach my door, Jess’s free hand takes my tote bag and dives to the bottom to pull out my keys. He passes them to Matt to unlock the door. As soon as we cross the threshold lips claim me, arms encircle me. I am lifted and squeezed between two fabulous male torsos. I feel the ridge of hard cocks on my thighs and butt.

Hands move up my arms and pull down the straps of my dress. Lips ravage mine. My hands lock in satiny brown curls. My back arches pushing my breasts onto the open palms cupping them. “Mmmmm,” I moan as new lips claim me. My bra is removed. Fingers knead my breasts, pinch my nipples. My legs wrap around a waist.

My fingers pull the brown curls up. Lifting his face away from my lips and pushing it downwards to my erect nipples. Jess’s hands are traveling up and down my spine. His lips leave a trail of sloppy open-mouthed kisses on the back of my neck and shoulder blades.

“Mmmmmm, ahhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh,” I groan when Matt’s lips close over my right nipple. His tongue flicks to and fro. Jess’s teeth graze the sensitive skin at the base of my skull. His fingers work in slow sensuous circles lower and lower down. Until they reach my ass crack.

Matt’s hands move up my thighs, bringing the slinky material of my dress up with them. He keeps moving it up and up until he passes it over my head and flings it to the floor. His eyes roam over my exposed curves and heat up. The intensity of his desire is unmistakable. His fingers are eager on my skin as they move down the lumps of my rounded belly and reach down between my legs to find my pulsing clit.

I bite on my bottom lip. Gyrate my pelvis out towards him. Jess’s pulls me back to him and skims his own fingers over my asshole. He teases it. Pressing it together. Pulling it open. Squeezing my butt cheeks tight and releasing them quickly. Matt’s thumb circles my clit and his long finger slips inside my wetness.

“Mmmmmm, yess, mmmmmm, yesss,” I scream as the orgasm crashes over me.

Jess’s finger joins Matt. They both move in and out of my slippery pussy lips. With a well lubricated finger Jess plays with my asshole. Slowly pushing it in and in. The sensation of Jess’s digit in one hole and Matt’s in the other is incredible and I can’t wait for their cocks to fill me that way. I thrash against them. I buck my hips outward to bump one cock and inwards to hit the other one. Matt’s mouth is everywhere on me. Kissing, licking, and slurping. His finger slips out my pussy and reaches for his zipper. He leans my body back against Jess. Aligns his cock to my wet entrance. Braces his legs and plunges in.

“Ohhhhh, mmmmmmm, ahhhhh,” I moan.

Jess rocks me forward impaling me more on Matt’s cock.

I hear another zipper being pulled down. Jess bends me a bit more forward. I feel his bulbous head opening my asshole. Matt stays still inside of me as my ass takes in Jess’s shaft an inch at a time.

Fingers did not give this feeling justice. The thin membrane of skin separating the erections of my lovers as they moved in perfect rhythm in and out me is…well I have no words to describe how it feels. All I can say is that I never want them to stop. Matt pushes in. Jess pulls out. Matt pulls out. Jess pushes in. Lips claim mine. Lips lick and taste my back. Fingers pluck at my nipples. Fingers find my clit and rub it.

This is sensation overload. The orgasm raging through me is so intense I scream out “MMMMM, YESS, YESS. MMMMM. MATT JESS MMMM. YESS. GOD. MATT JESS," as hot cream gushes out of me.

The rhythm changes pace. Their cocks pound my pussy and ass faster, harder and deeper. I feel like I am about to be ripped open from the intensity of their pounding. I feel another orgasm building as I focus on their hard heavy grunts. I shimmy my hips. Rocking their cocks inside me as my muscles squeeze and squeeze the long hard thick shafts filling me.

“ARRRRRRRR AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” they both groan as their semen shoots out and overflows my pussy and drips down my ass and thighs.

Jess leans his head forward, nips my ear and whispers “I love you Becca.”

Matt leans forwards and before claiming my lips in searing kiss he says “I love you Becca.”

Matt’s lips releases mine. I look him in the eyes and say “I love you Matt.” I turn my head and lock my eyes on Jess “I love you Jess.”

In my heart I know this will work.